Agent Whiskey Kingsman Novels & Stories

“Alika, take care of my handful of a brother.” “As always, your highness. Have a smooth journey back.” And she was gone. Something shifted in the air. My senses urged me not to look up, but I wanted to understand what was happening. Why the silence? As I did, I saw the king’s face, staring at a maid—the one who had spoken to me earlier—who stepped forward to refill his glass of wine. His eyes were a dark red, different from the bluish hue I had seen that day. “I have lost my appetite for this snack, I want a better one.”

I didn't have a single drop of energy to waste on arguing; I still had my second shift tonight. "Can I get an order for table seventeen?" I asked the bartender behind the counter. "They want Moët, Dom Pérignon, Hennessy XO, and Blue Label." "You got it." He nodded, immediately reaching for the premium bottles. I leaned against the counter, massaging my temples and praying I could get through the rest of the night without a disaster. When the waiter loaded up the tray, I followed closely behind him back to the lion's den. ~~~

He looked at me as he swallowed the last bit of his bacon. "To this, mea sponsa." he took a sip from his wine. He is not really compassionate towards me. I mean, I would like some wine too. But because of him I can't. It is hardly fair that he is drinking wine infront of me. "The castle, the land, he will be a king like me. Or a queen, if it's a girl.'" "A king to what?" "Windstone." "Yes, but what the hell is Windstone. I don't fucking know what that is." I get annoyed at the fact that he speaks so unbothered with it. And he is still fucking sipping at his wine. "And stop drinking your bloody wine."

And just like that it’s like I’ve never left! Colton’s POV: Sitting I’m my office watching my queen at work feels great this feels right. My previous PA lasted for about a year before she thought she could get me drunk enough to sleep with her. Fired her on the spot haven’t heard from her since, good riddance! After that unfortunate event Valerie came back to help out as a personal favor to Lexie until she was ready to come back. We paid her handsomely and added more funds to her pension plan. Other than that life has been great beyond great blissful my New York Karma location broke the top 100 hottest places in the world to be and once that article hit the stands the people seemed to come f

the king turns to me, wait that means I have to leave, but I don't wanna leave Kyle or Grace and well, Emma I guess. "Okay your majesty" I say, my eyes just on the ground to maybe show him respect, my nerves were just everywhere at the minute. "My love, you're the one person who doesn't have to address me by that, it's Grayson to you" he smiles, I just nod still looking at the ground. "Sorry your maj- I mean Grayson" I smile, he puts his hand under my chin lifting my head to look in his eyes again. Four mean looking men with swords walk over, they bow their heads towards Grayson than at me, why are they bowing towards me?

“Are you okay now? You finally became a devil?” “I don’t want to talk about it” Kingston said and walked to the fridge,,he brou-ght out a bottle of wine amd two gla-sses. He poured the wine into the two cups and handed one to Alice,,,Alice took a short sip and li-ck herl-ips slowly. Kingston was still holding his gla-ss but his eyes are on Alice’sl-ips. When Alice looked up,,he immediately looked away and gulped down the whole content

Her smile tugged a laugh from him, and he finally asked, "So, princess, what is it you want?" Basia's gaze drifted toward the liquor cabinet. She squinted, then pointed at the very top shelf. "That one. The bottle Uncle Alger gave you." Kane blinked. She was pointing at a rare whiskey Alger had brought him just two days ago, saying he'd picked it up on his recent trip.

Breathe Kay. I felt very nervous as I stood there in silence staring at the floor. Zachary stood over at his drink cart mixing up a drink while I stood there trying not to panic. “You’re nervous. Like always.” Duh. I mean, you hate me so why shouldn’t I be? Plus, all it takes is one slip up and we all die. “I have noticed for some time that your stone is no longer a sphere, Princess. I want to know why that is.” He hissed, walking over to me with two glasses. “Take this and drink it.” I started to object when he added. “Decline and see what happens.” I don’t like hard liquor like this. I took the glass from him. I could feel all their eyes on me, and it only added to the pressure I felt. “Dr

Alexander muttered to himself, trying to make sense of the situation. "Someone must have spiked my drink at the after-party of the BOLD Fashion Feast, but who?" He thought aloud, trying to recall who he had drinks with that night. Then, the thought came to his mind. "Mr. Kings..." Alexander said out loud, but stopped mid-sentence, remembering how hesitant he was to accept the drink Mr. Kings offered him that night. It was strange, he thought, but didn't want to be seen as disrespectful so he accepted the drink.

Abigail smiled at Myla before she left the room. Kingston placed a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and poured a whiskey on an old-fashioned glass that he nudged towards Vincent. "I heard from Sebastian that it was a successful transaction but why does your face tell me otherwise?" Kingston said after emerging a cigarette lighter out of his pocket. "Looks like that's new," Vincent said as he noticed the cigarette lighter of Kingston then he drank the whiskey. Kingston smirked. "It is part of a prestige collection, it's made of solid 18-carat white gold embellished with 468 brilliant-cut diamonds."